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NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.
His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.
He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.
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ATTITUDE || 001
IT'S YOUR FIRST introduction to the World Wrestling Federation and you’re surprised at the fan reaction. It makes you giddy, but now people (including those in the back) are going to be expecting much of you.
Your two best friends, Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler, return back to the hotel room and you guys chat before heading to sleep.
The adrenaline rush is still coursing through your veins as Shane McMahon helps you back over the barricade. You had just shown up to interfere in a match between Matt Hardy and the Big Show.
Shane told you that you needed to focus your attention on the redhead, Lita, and deal with the other, Trish Stratus, if necessary.
At one point in the match, Lita yanks Trish off of the apron and her shirt went along with it. Yikes.
Shane figured that this was a wonderful opportunity for you to get in there. He lightly pushes you forward and that was your cue to get the hell in there.
Lita was so busy with trying to beat on Trish that she hadn’t even noticed you jumped over the barricade. You can see her scream at Trish to “get up” as you approach. Her back is toward you. Perfect!
At first, the crowd was confused, but once realizing that you weren’t a fan, they holler and cheers at your appearance, quickly recognizing you from WCW.
“Is that—my god!” JR yells. “That’s [Name], from WCW!”
The crowd seems to get even louder when you yank Lita‘s shoulder and turn her toward you to smash your forearm right in her face.
Trish is looking on in awe, covering herself and scooting backward from the scene. Whoever you were, you kind of saved her?!
“She’s not taking too kindly to Lita right now!” Paul exclaims with laughter in his voice. “Fight, fight, fight!”
Lita doesn’t even get a chance to fight back, you’re moving way too fast.
It’s a little strange to hear the crowd so excited, but you try not to let it distract you as much.
Before you had gotten out of there, you made sure to give Lita a final parting gift. A swift DDT. You throw your arm around her neck and sweep your leg back, before pulling both of you down to the floor. Lita’s head slams into the concrete and you hop up from your spot.
The crowd gives a resound “ooooh” in response. If your DDT was in a box, it’d be wrapped with the prettiest bow anyone has ever seen.
Meanwhile, Trish wants to be thankful to you, this stranger that beat the hell out of Lita. Yet, she’s not sure if she should be feeling so grateful.
Covering herself with her coat, she slowly starts to make her way to the other side of the ring. She doesn’t want any problems with you!
And luckily for Trish, you didn’t have enough time to handle her, so you’ll save it for next show. Just disrupting the match equilibrium is enough.
No one was expecting you at all. You’re following behind the footsteps of people like Lance Storm, Hugh Morrus, and Booker T…..you are officially the fourth star to appear from WCW.
These random occurrences were no coincidence. To the WWF, it just meant man or woman, anyone could get it at any time.
Let it be known that the forbidden door is completely blown off its hinges. There was no longer any boundaries.
You had quickly made your way out before security could retrieve you and Shane had been waiting for you by the barricade. You two made a swift exit, with him encouragingly patting your side as he holds onto you.
Right now, he’s still guiding you out to the limousine with a camera trailing behind you two. The crowd cheers don’t end despite you two getting the hell out of there. You can still hear the noise from the arena.
“Great job, [Name]!” He exclaims. “Bet my father wasn’t expecting that! Now both divisions have something to look out for!” Shane quickly opens the door for you. “Get in!”
You quickly hop into the limo, shuffling in. Shane follows you and closes the door afterwards.
And just like that, it was the start of your WWF journey. You had always wondered if it’ll be like WCW. The backstage environment was sure to be different than this ones.
You suppose there was only one way to find out.
You’re splayed out in the seat of the limo, and though Shane had squished in there with you, he finds it to be a better idea to go sit across from you.
“I haven’t heard people cheer like that for a woman in years!” A but of an exaggeration, but it still holds true. People made a lot of noise for you.
Your attention is on the ceiling. It still hasn’t set in that the crowd might actually like you. You’re more focused on the fact that you’re actually here in the WWF.
You wouldn’t have ever guessed it. WCW was the place you wanted to be when you started. Years before you debuted, all you did was practice.
Really. Practice, practice, practice. Until you couldn’t move anymore. Your old mentor, Madusa, ensured that you were conditioned enough to be in the ring.
She kept you there for a while. You’d jokingly say that she was holding you hostage, but it ended up being for your benefit. You learned that they would pull the women from the school too early.
Madusa did not want them to make that mistake. She made sure you knew what you were doing before you could go anywhere!
You have to admit though, the training at the power-plant facility wasn’t the best. There were other woman who didn’t exactly know what they were doing. It was easy for them to mess up.
And it’s actually where you met your two close friends, Stacy and Torrie. You were nervous, they were nervous, it’s only inevitable you three would mutter things to one another.
You were more than happy to give them tips on what you knew. From you, they were more than happy to learn. Eventually it grew from only talking in the school to completely hanging out with each other.
It was really nice to finally make some genuine friends.
Shane takes you out of your daydream by holding out a bottle of champagne. “A performance like that deserves some reward! Want some?”
“No, I’m okay.” You shake your head. “But hey, I’m just glad I could get in there!”
Shane thinks you’re downplaying yourself. “Seriously, that was amazing.” He says. “I couldn’t believe it. WWF should know by now there’s one hell of a storm brewing.”
You didn’t realize it at first, but maybe you like this so called “invasion” more than you thought you would.
“You mind if we head to Times Square? I’m due to speak WWF New York.”
Your reply is sluggish. “Yeah, yeah, sure. What is that?”
“It’s mainly a restaurant, but we do some live events there too.” He summarized.
That quickly reminds you of the WCW Grill in Vegas. You’ve been there many times, whether it to be signing things or just hanging out with other coworkers.
You lean up from your seat. “WCW had something like that in Vegas! They closed last year though. Bummer, I kinda liked their food. And I think I had a menu item once!”
“Really? Well, I’m sure the WWF’s will be better.” Shane pauses for a second. “I mean, for once. Besides, we’ll be bigger and better. Then you can really get your name on the menu.”
You let out a chuckle. He slipped up a little. “Right.”
”I’m gonna need you for Smackdown too.” Shane says. “You don’t have to worry that much about transportation since we’re staying here for it.”
Oh joy! Seriously! No worrying about catching a flight tonight, that’s less stress on your shoulders.
“Then I’ll be there.” It’s not like you wouldn’t be anyway.
”While you’re at it, mind asking Torrie if she could attend as well?” He requests you. “I’ve got a great idea for the both of you.”
A great idea, he says. Not like you’ve heard that before. “Color me intrigued, what’s the plan?”
“I want you ladies to go undercover in the WWF. Somehow, someway. Get as much information as you can from anyone you run into.” He explains. “If anything goes wrong, WCW will protect you. You’ve got my word on that.”
“I believe you. But how should I do that? Just waltz up in there and proclaim I’m one of them now? I just attacked Lita!” You throw your arms out for extra emphasis.
“Relax. Just act like you were misguided. And when you learned that I wasn’t in the right, you want to change your ways. If I were you, I’d apologize to Lita first.”
It was only a six minute drive from MSG to WWF New York. When the limo pulls up, you can hear the sound of the crowd on the outside of it.
The only thing you could do was nod at Shane. It’s go-time.
Leaning up from your spot, you take a second to fix yourself up, fixing your shirt and adjusting your hair so that it’s presentable. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea…
Rumors still can circulate, even if you were seen in the ring earlier! The last thing you wanted was for dirt sheets to grasp at straws, with your boss of all people.
Shane gets out first, then takes a second to open the door. He then pulls it open and you are greeted with the crowd on both sides of the sidewalk.
When they turn their heads to see who else was in the vehicle, they cheer over at you. All you can really do is wave with a smile.
Do they really know who you are?
Photographers are at the ready, their bright white lights flashing at you. It makes you squint every time a camera would go off. You just hoped those photos won’t come out bad.
Shane waits for you, offering his arm for you to take while you get out of the car. You happily take it and he ushers you to go inside.
It’s like walking the red carpet, albeit shorter and quicker. You two go in, and you try to look at what they’ve got on display as you walk.
Lots and lots of action figures. You can only look over there for a few seconds, but you do catch a Lita figure on one of the holders.
There’s a lot of others, but you’re not quite sure who they are. Stone Cold Steve Austin? Triple H? Edge? None of those people ring a bell.
As you two approach the steps, there’s only one thing pops into your mind.
…You can’t believe that this place has two floors! So far, it was beating that WCW Grill by a long shot. Upstairs was for merchandise, and as you two go down you assume that the restaurant was around here.
You’re greeted by another large crowd of people and the both of you make your way over toward the stage.
The camera nearby moves over to the both of you.
Shane lets go of your arm and goes to grab a mic from a stagehand. You wait for him by the center of the stage.
Before he says anything, he reaches down toward the crowd to give them high fives. Shane comes back toward you.
“Surprise,” He says. “Well obviously, I’m not Perry Saturn, and she’s not Terri Runnels. But dad, I know you can hear me. It’s your son Shane, how’re you doing?”
The crowd cheers his name and you keep the smile on your face. This place was WWF New York, but before anyone knew it, it could easily become WCW New York.
“You know, the one that owns WCW. The very organization that has you a little heated under the collar. Because WCW continues to infiltrate your WWF.” Shane motions over toward you.
“[Name] made an example out of two women on your roster, and believe me, that won’t be the end of it.”
You nod your head. You’re eager to take these women down, one at a time. You definitely need to make a mental checklist.
Shane continues on. “You see dad, that is done out of necessity. Because in order to build a brand like WCW, we need television exposure. But I’ve gotta give you credit on this because I didn’t think it was possible, through all of your connections you have been able to block WCW from airing on any television network period.”
When he pauses again for a split second, the crowd cheers him.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go down.” He says. “I may not be able to compete with your checkbook but I can compete with your brains. Since you have prevented WCW from airing on any network, it’s now time for WCW to invade the WWF.”
You clap your hands toward him, then try to signal for the crowd to make some noise. They do and you smile. “Thank you!” Although your words were drowned out by the crowd.
“One of the people to lead the charge in one division stands here next to me,” Shane turns to you. “I reckon that she’ll become the next Women’s Champion in no time..”
You hope so. That’s a big step in your career. You were one year too late in getting the WCW Women’s Championship, despite Madusa’s efforts to revive it.
To your surprise, Shane holds out the mic toward you. He must’ve expected you to say something.
You try not to look like a deer in headlights as you take the mic and speak up.
“All I want is to lead WCW to victory. Whatever it takes, I will do…so let this be a warning to the entire women’s division. What I did to Lita was a demonstration of what’s to come. Trust me when I say that no one can stop me, but feel free to try if you want to…that is if you don’t want to end your career early!”
Shane laughs at your words. Hopefully the women (and men if they so dared,) would take heed. You pass the mic back to him.
“Oh, but that’s not all,” He points a finger up. “Might I introduce the second person to lead the charge, I’m sure that you and Stone Cold Steve Austin know this man very well. Ladies and Gentlemen, the WCW Champion, give it up for Booker T!”
As Booker makes his way from behind the curtain with a mic, he throws up his arms.
You watch as he reaches down to high five the fans. After of which, you reach out your own hand for him to shake. He grabs your hand and shakes firmly.
Shane mimics you, shaking his hand as well.
“Last night, at King of the Ring, it was just too easy, no, it was just too damn easy to take you outta the game!” Booker says.
There are mixed reactions at his words, with more cheering than booing from the antsy crowd.
“—And you call yourself the WWF Champion? I respect that, but ask me what I call you. I’m calling you out to let you know that if you want some you can come and get some, because I’m gonna be here at WWF New York, kicking it all night long!”
Shane brought back up his own mic. “I’d like to call this my dream team. These two are going to lead my brand new company to victory. Dad, this is a warning to you. I’m just here to say that you’re on borrowed time..”
That’s all that was needed to say.
Shane was 100% sure that his father was watching. He’s also sure that he was boiling in anger. It’s exactly what he wanted.
The camera makes sure to get all three of you into frame. It’s up to you, as that’s left was for you and Booker T to apply pressure on the WWF..
After the segment at WWF New York, Shane fortunately allowed you to return to your hotel, but told you to watch the remainder of Raw when you could on the television.
You’re not exactly sure what his plan was, but now you’re curious to see. All you knew is that Booker T was asked to stay and they went off somewhere else while you just left through the back this time.
Just what in the world were they up to?
Shane was nice enough to send you your own limousine after bidding you a good night. Most of your energy had fizzed out and you could tell that his had too.
All you were excited for was to flop onto your bed. You don’t even move the comforters, all you do is just lie down for a few minutes. You’re sure you can move a little later.
There’s a lot of big changes going on in your life right now. You think the first biggest one was Shane McMahon’s entry to WCW and how quickly everyone went on his side.
It’s only fair. It’s the competition, hell, it’s the son OF the competition. Who specifically came in saying that he was against his father.
But what made him so trustworthy anyway? A lot of your coworkers were immediately on his side. You knew WCW was declining, but you never thought everyone else would stoop low enough to side with competition.
At least, not that quickly. The way things were going in the company, it made you feel like you had no choice but to trust him. So far, no betrayals, so everything is going okay so far.
You do get enough energy to at least turn on the television to Raw. You figure it’s only right to honor Shane’s request.
Immediately, you’re greeted by the sight of Shane McMahon heading down the ramp with a pep in his step. His father is not happy to see him at all.
Seeing the brand new WCW logo projected onto the ramp makes you feel…
Well, you don’t know how it makes you feel. You can safely say it makes you feel weird though.
You’re so used to it having an obnoxiously large watermark behind it, with the barely visible text of “World Championship Wrestling”.
Now it’s all small, jagged with the points on each letter. You have to tilt your head slightly in order to see it better.
Eventually, the camera moves away from the ramp and decided to follow Shane who was circling around the ring.
With you being able to hear the commentators properly, you wonder what they had to say about your prior run-in. You should’ve asked someone back at home to tape it!
“WCW does NOT belong in Madison Square Garden!” Paul is almost standing out of his seat by now with all of his screaming.
“You may be right about that, but—“ Unfortunately, JR isn’t allowed to get one single word out thanks to his partner.
“You’re damn right I’m right! I grew up here, I know these things, I see these things!”
You roll your eyes. Shouldn’t Paul Heyman be worried about his own company instead of everyone else’s?
Oh, wait…
You chuckle to yourself. Thank god no one could hear your thoughts or that you were backstage. That wouldn’t have been good.
Vince is beckoning Shane into the ring, but unbeknownst to him, Booker had hopped right up into the ring, ripping his jacket off in the process.
It’s so over for him! You can’t help but smile. You watch as Booker lays in punches onto him, causing him to stagger backwards.
Booker takes advantage of this and runs toward the ropes, bounces off of them, then lifting one of his legs to give him a scissor kick.
Just to add salt in the wound, he hits a spinaroonie to get off the canvas.
How amazing is this?! You can see the entire WWF locker room run down the ramp but Shane and Booker are way too fast, making their exit.
This obviously must’ve been what Shane wanted you to see. Maybe this means that the ball is back in your court now.
You wonder how you can upstage Booker this time. It’ll definitely be hard since he literally knocked the hell out of the literal CEO of the WWF! Vince McMahon!!
Although, Shane offhandedly mentioned he has a sister who also happens to be in the business. You could always find something to do with her if he allows it.
Are you still buzzing from earlier? You had thought your energy was all gone, but it seemed like there was still bits of adrenaline in your veins.
You had only a few seconds to make your appearance count and from what you can think back on, you did a pretty damn good job.
The sound of the door unlocking makes you snap your head to your right.
“Helloooo!” Torrie sings from the doorway. “[Naaame], are you here? I’ve got Stacy with meee!”
Ah yes, your unofficial roommate for this trip. Torrie Wilson. And Stacy, who insisted that she room with you guys this time.
You think she’s just scared of being alone, which is understandable. But there was no need for her to try and sneak into your bed when she could use the pull out couch!
“I saw you on TV,” Stacy exclaims. “You were great! You really kicked….what’s her name? Ah, who cares?! The crowd was really loud too!”
“Yeah.” Is all you can really say to that. And then you fall back onto your bed, turning away from them and putting your head onto the cold pillow.
The both of them share a look, but Torrie’s the first to question you. She takes a seat next to you on the bed. “What’s your problem tonight? I’m surprised you haven’t called us on that dying Nokia you’ve got. Normally you’d be the one to drag us out after a show.”
Torrie teasing you about your phone was nothing new, but you still take offense anyway!
“I’m holding onto it!” Your words are muffled. “My 1999 phone is getting me places, okay?!”
Stacy takes a seat on the opposite side of you. “Aren’t they making a new one in like November?”
“Are they?” You turn your head so that they can hear you better. “I hope they have other colors. But honestly, I’m tired. Kinda.”
“Kind of?” Stacy repeated. “How much sleep did you get last night?”
You hold up five fingers. “Five, so just enough to me. I had a flight to catch to get here, so five was really pushing it. I can’t really tell if this schedule’s gonna be worse than our old one.”
“Oh, you poor thing!” Torrie exclaimed, rubbing her hand on your back. “You’re right, but with Shane McMahon being our boss, I’ve gotten more sleep than I would normally! But that’s pretty bad to say, huh?”
“Yes,” You mumble. “Yes it is.” She just haaad to rub it in your face.
“Listen, I don’t think we have to be at the next show—“
You quickly interrupt Torrie. “About that, Shane wanted me to ask you to be at Smackdown. He didn’t say anything about Stacy this time.”
It makes Stacy cheer. “Yay! I get to relax aallll day tomorrow. You know what? [Name], I saw this really cute top at Delia’s earlier today. Now I can go back and buy it for you!”
“Was it that crop top with all those safety pins on the side?” Torrie turns over to Stacy. “If it was, that one totally screamed [Name].”
”YES!” She exclaimed. “That’s exactly the one I’m talking about!”
”From the sound of it, it sounds like I’m gonna have to have a lot of trust in that top.” You say. “And when did you guys go shopping??”
”Earlier. See, they said they needed us.” Torrie removes her hand from your back. “Then I guess they changed their minds since they had you?” It’s the only logical explanation she comes up with.
Whatever, it’s really no big deal. ”Well, you’re gonna be needed tomorrow anyway. And Stacy, I’m sure they’re gonna ask you to show up again. People went crazy! It would be bad if we just left you two in New York.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all!” Stacy finally decides to take a seat too. “Times Square is beautiful! If I could, I’d totally live here.”
“I saw a rat walking down the street with pizza.” You comment. “And you’d stay here. Crazy, crazy, girl.”
Stacy definitely rethinks it. “…Well, now that you say that, shopping only!”
“Hold on a second, it had pizza?!” Torrie exclaims.
It’s gonna be a long, long night, that’s for sure.
*painfully gives a thumbs up.* I SWEAR THIS WAS LONGER WHEN I LOOKED AT THIS OMG. but, yeah. Here we go again, please strap in for the ride
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I Only Have Eyes For You - Bret Hart
Pairings: 90s!Bret ''The Hitman'' Hart x Female! Reader
Summary: (Based off of the song ''I Only Have Eyes For You'' by The Flamingos). Bret only has eyes for you, and you know it's true. After a year of not being able to see him due to traveling, Bret comes home unexpectedly and surprises you.
Warnings: Mainly fluff, Little smut, Bret being a supportive and kind boyfriend, it just gets fluffy and SOMEWHAT smutty, just a fair warning there. male! receiving. (18+ Readers Only, Please!)
Requested by: No One (this is for the 500 followers celebration, cause I hit 500 followers! <3)
Word Count: 1.4k
It has been at least a year since you have last seen your boyfriend, Bret. You have been missing him ever since he left to travel around the world, signing autographs, thousands of fans screaming his name across the nation — you just missed him. Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday.
He was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you'd ever ask for out of a guy, and that guy was Bret Hart. He would usually call you in the middle of the night every other night, just to tell you that he’s safe. His voice was so soothing, you could get lost in it only by listening to him talk for hours. You missed him as a whole, but you knew one day he would be back with you in his strong and muscular arms again.
You skimmed through photographs of you and him, one of those photographs being placed into a memory book, where he kissed you on the cheek with his arms wrapped around you at a carnival. What a distant feeling. You thought. You held back tears from forming and dropping onto one of the fresh polaroids placed into the memory scrapbook of you and Bret, but goddamn it you missed him.
You could say how much you miss him like a broken record over and over again, but it doesn’t change how you feel towards him. Your love for Bret was angelic, and kind-spirited, it was so ridiculous to the point where you would talk to your friends about your boyfriend and how much he meant to you. Of course, you knew Bret since you two were in middle school, it has been so long. A year has felt like eternity, your heart began to break because you wanted to see him. No one could ever know how you were feeling, the desire of wanting to hug him one last time, or more.
A few hours had passed, you were home alone on a Wednesday afternoon. Cuddled up in a gray blanket, you heard the rain bellow down onto the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep.
‘’Y/N? Are you home?’’ A familiar presence made its way into the doorway of your home.
No, it can’t be.
Your eyes popped right open, you jumped up and saw a shadow lurking in the corner of the living room.
‘’Bret?’’
‘’BRET!’’ You ran as fast as you could towards your boyfriend, his arms wide open for a familiar hug, a hug you haven’t felt in over a year.
Tears of mixed emotions formed in the creases of your eyes, your face buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, he hugged you tightly.
‘’Did you miss me? ‘Cause I know I missed you,’’ He whispered soothingly, his hands resting on your back, rubbing.
‘’Y-you have no idea, Bret… I-I missed you a lot. More than you’ll ever know.’’ You answered, fighting back so many mixed emotions, your head was spinning, it felt like eternity since you last saw him.
‘’Shh, it’s okay. I understand baby, I missed you more. I’m so sorry for leaving you after all of this time, I feel like a jerk—’’ You pressed a finger upon Bret’s lips, your eyes glistened with his.
‘’Please don’t ever feel like you’re a jerk, because you aren’t. I just missed you. Your hugs, your smiling face, your presence.’’ You spoke, he wiped your tears away with his thumb.
‘’You know what I have missed?’’ He asked you, eyes boring into your’s.
‘’What?’’
‘’This.’’
Bret pulled you into this strong embrace, and kissed you deeply. His lips were sealed onto yours, oh how you missed him. You melted into his arms, such a familiar feeling.
He guided you into a near wall, with your lips never breaking apart. He knew all of your weak spots, and how to make you feel good. But this was the best feeling in the world, with his hands cupping your bottom, lifting you up to support your body weight against a wall felt like ‘’heaven and i’d die for it’’ feeling. His lips attached onto your earlobe, sending dead cold shivers down your spine. Bret chuckled,
‘’I missed your body touching against mine, not only that, but I missed how well my baby girl behaves for me,’’
Hearing those words made you blush a heavy pink, you were dumbfounded and so in love with him, that cute asshole.
‘’I— I missed you more,’’ You mouthed, trying to get the right words out so you can prevent yourself from being embarrassed. But it was too late for that.
‘’Aww, are you lost, baby girl? I’ll make your clueless mind less worrisome.’’ He teased, his voice deep in anticipation.
You crossed your legs to prevent yourself from making your ‘’oh my god, he just made me weak all over and he probably knows it’’ feeling from being so obvious. Shit, he knew you so well he could read you like a book.
Bret caressed your cheek, you whimpered, the bare minimum touches he gave you was pleasurable. He didn’t have to lay a finger on you or fuck you dumb to pleasure you, all he did was talk to you nice, that way he could win your heart for good.
‘’Oka-okay. You got me, Bret.’’ You finally gave in, a laugh was heard from The Hitman in response.
‘’Good girl. Now, tell me. Tell me all of your heart's desires.’’ He challenged.
‘’I— Holy shit. I am so nervous, it’s been like a year since we’ve last done this.’’ Your heart beating through the floor, you felt yourself tense up under his touch.
‘’It’s okay, baby. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.’’
Maybe you did want him to continue what he was doing, he gave you a sly smile and placed his hands onto your’s. You couldn’t admit it, you were out of it, shit, come on Y/N, think.
‘’I-I need a minute.’’ You stepped back, and ran into the bathroom.
Your legs shook, you cupped yourself and felt the warmth running down your legs, a huge sigh of relief escaped out of you as Bret was waiting in the living room.
‘’How in the hell did he get me this wet—’’ You blushed, and decided to take a quick shower. You texted Bret, who happened to be still waiting in the living room by himself. A door knob turned to the bathroom door, and quickly shut afterwards. A shirt and pants dropped to the floor.
‘’Mind if I join?’’
‘’I don’t mind at all, babe.’’ You said, a smile played upon the face of Bret, and as he stepped in, you kissed him again, but deeper.
The shower continued to run for a few minutes, kissing your thighs, he asked for your approval before doing anything else. He wanted to make love to you in the shower, and so he did.
You tilted your head back, a soft moan slipped past you right as his lips pressed against your garden.
‘’Being so well-behaved for me.’’ He added after another kiss, while he had you under his little finger. You sighed aloud, your fingers crept into his long black hair, tugging slightly onto his hair, a low grunt from him was heard by you.
Knowing he was pleasuring you, you decided on turning the tables by kissing down his chest, going lower as you progressed, and well, you know the rest.
Bret groaned, he held the back of your head while you were softly gagging underneath him.
‘’My god, Y-Y/N. You t-take me so good.’’ He said.
‘’Y/N, I-I’m about t-to’’ He warned, pulling out of your hollowed mouth, releasing. His eyes closed for a brief second, heavy panting heavier than the sound of the shower head spurting down water itself.
‘’You t-take good care of me,’’ You replied, standing up. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him, wet hair and all.
‘’That’s my job,’’ He smiled brightly.
‘’I love you, Bret.’’
‘’I love you too, Y/N.’’
A/N: Omfg, so this is the first Bret Hart fic I have ever written, and I am kinda proud of how this turned out, I am sorry if the ending was crappy -- but it is 10pm at night. I promised you all a Bret Hart fic, and here it is. Hope you enjoyed <3 (likes, reblogs or any type of feedback are always appreciated!!).
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stuck in the middle pt. 1
bret hart x f! reader
tw! montreal bs, cussing
the second the monitors were being thrown i knew this wasnt a work of any sort. vince mcmahon just screwed one of his best in ring workers who is to say he wouldnt do it again. i scurried past everyone making my way to the hart locker room. my three kids, rose who was eleven, isaac who was seven and leana who was just shy of turning three, and one of the way.
"did you see that?" owen asked as i walked into as leana ran up to hug me.
"yeah, fucking vince. if he just would've honored his contact. actually, if they can't honor brets i wonder whose they are honoring. my fucking well now ex best friend, shawn michaels?" i rolled my eyes scoffing as i gathered most of our things. "i know im probably asking to much but can you guys watch them while i go find bret? hey! isaac wanna come?" he nodded taking my hand as we left to find his father.
"i see dad." isaac said as he pointed to my husband a few feet away talking to hunter. he seemed pretty pissed and knowing hunter he was trying to feed bret all these bullshit lies.
"give him a second, honey." i said as he started toying with his fingers. soon enough, bret spotted us.
"hey." he said hugging me and isaac. he held isaac between us. "where are the girls? i wanna see them."
"they are patiently waiting with the boys. well maybe not paitently." i finished and bret drew a small tired smile. i knew that it was using all his strength to smile and be kind to his family but if it wasn't for us he wouldn't be this calm. isaac gripped onto bret as we walked back to the locker room.
we eventually got back to the locker room as bret basically ignored all the people that were backstage and solely focused on getting out of here and spend some genuine time with his family.
"wait!" we got stopped opening the door but owen. "shawn is in here. did you want me to take the kids?"
"no, it's fine. here isaac, go with uncle owen and the girls okay. we will only be a second." bret said as he sat the boy down on the ground him going into the room. shortly after shawn waltzed out.
"come on let's get away from the kids." i said as the men followed me down the hallway as i rested on a crate. as the two men stood infront of me.
"look, bret. i had nothing to do with that." he said solely looking at bret not meeting my eyes. bret stood quietly looking over at me.
"shawn, i don't give a shit about who was in on it or not. i just want to know why you had to cause a rift. both of you." i pointed my finger.
"i never meant too." shawn said looking down. "my own ego got in the way, yn. i shouldn't have of acted that way towards you, bret."
"yn, if i look at him, i will punch him." bret said looking into my eyes as shawn looked over at me. i looked over at shawn.
"please go, shawn. ill talk to you whenever." bret looked over at me solemnly. i hopped down from the crate and brought him into my arms. he was sweating and still in his gear. i embraced him for some time and he finally gathered himself.
"im going to go shower." bret said as i took his hand. we made it to the locker room to meet vince mcmahon. bret shook his head.
"vince my kids are here. my wife is here. please leave." vince didn't budge as bret stood in front of him.
"owen, let's go and find the rest of the boys. come on leana, let daddy shower." i picked my youngest up as my older two walked with their uncle as we tried to find brian, davey, and jim.
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Adoration
You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.
As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.
Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.
Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.
As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.
Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.
As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.
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I’ll Show You A Winner
(not my gif!)
18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 1,282
Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean
Summary:
Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.
Author's note: haha... yeah
“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”
“What’d you say?”
“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”
“Hmm.”
“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”
Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.
“Some man you are.”
Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.
“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”
Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.
Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.
“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”
Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.
With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.
Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.
“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”
Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.
Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.
Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.
“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.
Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.
That was until he slapped you.
It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.
A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”
Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.
Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.
In the end, none of that mattered. He won.
“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.
“Of course it was, honey.”
“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.
“Damn straight.”
#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels#wrestling#wwe imagines#wwe smut#wrestling fanfic#wwe fanfic#90s wwf#wwe shawn michaels#magnoliafanfic
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Jeff Hardy x reader where he finds someone who is extreme just like him
2 EXTREME 4 the EXTREME
The crowd was silent, buzzing with anticipation. Y/N could hear a scream of their name over the barricade, a hand coming out in front of them from the spot on the cold, concrete floor. Their opponent was laid out on the flattened announcers’ table, a referee screaming out to the count of ten from all the way inside the ring. Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, the taste of blood filling their mouth, the thick liquid dripping down from a forehead wound in reminder of the injuries they faced from the past actions of throwing the other person and themselves through the now broken table placed inside one of the ring's corners. The ref was at 7 now. Their eyes shut again, lids crinkling in force.
“Come on. Gotta get up, come on.” Y/N whispered to themselves but their body still refused to move. The plush, red barricade behind them rattled as fans hit against it in a way to show their love. It seemed to be even brighter when they opened their eyes once again, the stadium cheering a little louder while they stumbled to their feet. They looked down at their opponent as the ref counted to 8 before turning to face the ring and lazily diving under the bottom rope and coming back out again, forcing the ref to restart his count.
“ONE!” Y/N fell onto their knees, pulling the fabric on the sides of the ring up, pulling out the only table remaining. The crowd yelled, Y/N’s own adrenaline meshing with theirs.
“TWO!” The ref moved to face the announcers table, now only speaking to one instead of both wrestlers. They pushed the table into the ring, looking back over to their rival who seemed to finally be waking. A sigh left their mouth, moving quickly to set up the flimsy piece of wood, before finally taking a few lung-filling breaths.
“THREE!” They continued in simply breathing, before becoming sick of waiting and turned to their combatant, watching as JR tried bad mouthing them back into the ring.
“Come on!” Their opponents attention was ripped away from JR and now moved to the form standing in the ring. “You fuckin scared now? Come on, get in the goddamn ring!” The ref only reached five before they jumped back into the ring and ran right into a suplex, Y/N throwing their body through the second table.
“ONE, TWO, THREE!” The crowd counted along with the ref and erupted into cheers as Y/N jumped up, celebrating their victory before limping over to the ramp trying not to look too injured. The curtain into the gorilla was pulled back, revealing whoevers match was next and plenty of staff, along with Lita who had been waiting for Y/N’s match to finish. Lita rushed over to the exhausted superstar with an icepack, much more concerned for their well being than they seemed to be.
“Oh my god, I love you so much, Lita.” Y/N let their gratitude be known as they took the ice pack and sat in an uncomfortable steel chair in order to hold it against their back.
“I really don’t know how you do all of this stuff, like I get that its fun to jump around every once in a while, but every single second of every single match? Really, Y/N, I don’t think you’ll be able to bend over by the time you’re thirty!” It was nice to have someone worried, but Y/N wasn’t really listening to Lita as their frustration grew, the chair causing the ice pack to keep sliding down their back. Instead of holding it up, they flopped onto the ground, the icepack perfectly on their lower back.
“Get off the goddamn floor! God, I love you but no wonder why Matt’s always so stressed all the time,” Y/N was new to WWE, recently coming from Big Japan Wrestling, known for their extreme antics that even stuck out in a very extreme company. Now, in a much bigger company with fewer high-flyers and risk takers, it was easy to gain attention from the fans and the love of the only other person in the women's division with a somewhat similar style.
“That boyfriend of yours? What the hells he got to do with me?” Although they got along very well with Lita, Y/N didn’t really talk to very many other people so they weren’t too familiar with the Hardyz.
“You totally act like Jeff! And don’t say you don’t know who that is cause I see you staring at him all the time.”
“That's definitely not true at all.” Before Lita could argue back to the obvious lie, Y/N made her concentrate on something else. “Speaking of, here comes your boy.” Lita rolled her eyes but turned around.
“Lita, I would really appreciate it if you would tell Jeff that there is no need for him to do a Swanton tonight and then another one off a goddamn ladder on Heat.” Matt spoke with a tension filled tone in his voice while he pointed back to the younger man behind him who scoffed at the accusation.
“Jeff, you should not do that.” Lita repeated what he had definitely already heard, Matt turning to face him with an “i-told-you-so” expression.
“Personally, I think that’d be pretty sick.” Y/N spoke, looking up at the brothers from their spot on the floor. Lita looked down with the look a scolding mother would give, Jeff breaking out into a grin at their agreement.
“Why are you on the floor, Y/N?” Matt asked in confusion.
“Cause my back hurts.” They spoke as if it were obvious with a shrug.
“I told you it works.” Jeff spoke from his brother's side, earning a very hard side-eye. “I’m Jeff by the way. I watched your match, it was really great! Y’know, I was thinking, um, we’ve got a pretty similar style, would you maybe wanna bounce some ideas off of each other or something?” Jeff’s grin widened at the sight of Y/N’s as they bashfully took his praise.
“Well, I think I’ve got a concussion right now, but in the future, I think that would be very nice.”
“You weren’t looking at him, huh?” Lita interrupted the pair moment, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
��Shut up, Lita!”
put in the work, put in the hours and take whats ours 💪💪 this took way too long but I’m actually pretty happy with this😁 Jeff’s return def gave me some hope 🙏 mostly gender-neutral but I did make a refrence to Y/N being on the womens roster
in my mind Lita and Matt are extreme but Y/N and Jeff are just battshit crazy also i couldn’t help but make lita and matt in love I just watched the episode where he first kisses her i love them so much
#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy‼️‼️#put in that little heat refrence for rita love u <3#wwe#wwf#lita#i love her#so much#jeff hardy#wwe smackdown#LIV writes;*!
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warnings! [none rly, fluff, language, slightly smutty]
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‒ it was seth who introduced you to roman, you and seth had been bestfriends since trainee days. you were really close and you were even considered when the shield was being put together. roman would always see you around but never thought of interacting with you.
‒ you were quite popular with the wwe universe and the roster back stage and you were known for being at total sweetheart and a loyal friend. all he's heard about you was nothing but praise and good words, also, judging by the way seth always seemed to be so happy when you would hang out, you just sounded like a dream boat.
‒ "so this friend of yours, y/n? right? ... do you think we could be friends?" he asked seth, "yeah, like totally. she really, really likes your hair by the way, she always tells me to tell you but i forget" maybe that'd be a good start.
‒ he saw you walking down the hallway and decided this is where your friendship will start, "a little birdie told me someone really likes my hair" he'd say with a sly smirk, "are you kidding?? it's literally prettier than i'll ever be" and the conversation sparked from there, it seemed like you were standing there for about ten minutes when you were literally standing there for almost an hour.
‒ and it all began from there.
‒ you and roman would hang out all the time backstage and outside work, you'd play video games all the time, even breaking a record that seth had made which pissed him off lol. your obsession with his hair grew and when he let you play with it for the first time, you immediately placed his head into your lap, and as soon as your fingers began massaging his scalp, he fell asleep almost instantly and looked absolutely adorable.
‒ he'd always take you to the gym with him so you could work out together, and even if you didn't want to work out, your company was everything he could ask for.
‒ you'd always ask him for advice and he found it endearing how you'd listen to him so carefully and actually follow what he was saying. it made him realize that you really cared.
‒ even seth started complaining about how roman stole was hanging out with you more than him.
‒ sometimes you'd go over to him and just sleep next him while he does whatever it is that he's doing because he made you feel so safe.
‒ you have the stupidest photos of each other on your phones, you're sure if your phone was ever stolen, the thief would bring it back because out of context, they can be a little scary.
‒ "i'm thinking of shaving my beard-" "you shave your beard and i'll shave your eyebrows off"
‒ he realized that he began falling for you when he saw you at a party the usos were throwing. you looked like an angel in your pretty little dress, your make-up was complimenting your features more than ever and your smile had him turning into a puddle on the spot. he hugged you, and you smelled so fucking good he didn't want to let go of you at first but a quick 'ahem' from seth made you both pull away from each other.
‒ the whole night, roman couldn't take his eyes off of you, the way your smiled was so bright when you'd laugh, the way your eyes sparkled whenever they'd catch his, the way you looked so genuinely happy, if only he could make you happier ...
‒ you couldn't help but notice the way he kept staring at you. you weren't going to deny that you had harboured some feelings for the tall samoan. roman was one of the sweetest men you've ever met, he made the silliest jokes that always made you laugh and the way he'd wrap his arm around you made you feel protected from anything.
‒ the whole night was spent with you two exchanging shy smiles, and seth noticed, so why not set his friends up. he left early and sent roman a text.
'bro, i was supposed to drop y/n off but i had to leave. mind if you drive her? :)'
- roman had no issues with dropping you off, matter of fact he was more than happy to. at some point the party began to quite down and people began passing out on couches. “hey ro, where’s seth? he’s supposed to drop me off” “he actually had to go, but i’ll drop you off”
- the ride was pretty chill with you and roman listen to some slow music and making small talk every now and then. until you passed by your favorite ice cream shop. roman saw you see it, and you knew he saw you see it.
“ice cream”
“it’s two in the morn-”
“ice cream”
“okay”
- you both got waffle cones and sat outside the store on a bench. roman listened to you ramble about how your parents would bring you here everyday after school when you were younger, and the stars in your eyes made his heart do a little something. he didn’t even notice that he was staring at you until you pointed to his lower lip.
“huh?”
“you have some- never mind”
you swiped your thumb on his bottom, removing the molten cream that was just sitting there, and without a thought behind your eyes, you licked your finger. and you continued talking as if you didn’t just do what you did. roman, how ever wanted to burst, he could feel his neck and face getting hot.
“i have a crush on you, by the way”
- now, he wanted to burst.
“did i bring that up too casually?”
“n-no, i just … wow that was brave. i have a crush on you too”
“oh yeah, seth told me”
“nah he’s getting decked in the face”
“oh well”
“… so… can i … you know… please be your boyfriend?”
“i’d love that :)”
- when i say he’s the sweetest ?? i mean it fr fr
- flowers for no reason, dates out of the blue, surprise trips, you name it.
- obsessed with comparing his hands with yours
- forehead and cheek kisses (and that’s the hill i will die on).
- very, very protective. if someone just looks at you weird, he’s ready to square up. “can you relax?? how do you know he’s staring at me specifically? there could be someone behind me” “there’s a wall behind you.” “…valid.”
- he gets jealous so easily. literally. “why was he talking to you?” “who?? randy??” “hm” “he was asking what’s on catering today… chill” doesn’t even like it when another man is breathing near you. not a toxic ‘are you cheating’ type jealous but ‘i don’t like seeing them near you because the thought of another person making you happier upsets me because i want that to be me’ yk
- holds you prisoner until you do his hair
- matching tattoos because fuck my sanity apparently
- you’re always sitting on his lap. always.
- very calm and patient, never yells or raises his voice at you. is always willing to listen to you vent about anything.
- you’re his first opinion on everything
- “what if i cut my hair?” “what if i off myself, huh?” “okay”
- high stamina (you know damn well what i’m talking about)
- forever in the honeymoon phase, hands on you all the time, kisses all the time, doesn’t want to get away from you, is constantly texting and facetiming you, etc
- cuddles with this big boy are an experience. loves holding you in his arms, and playing with your hair, making you feel safe. but also, laying on you with his whole weight to the point where you can’t breathe?? why the fuck not 😀
- kisses before match are a must.
- let him choke you, call him daddy ♡
- yeah def 492/10, highly recommended.
#rainchyna#wwe#wwe x reader#wwf#wwe headcanons#wwe fanfiction#wwe imagines#roman reigns#roman reigns x reader
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well. this was a trip to write. deadass had to take breaks and scream into my pillow, dying from embarrassment. anyways, enjoy my little funky monkes
forewarning: smut (duh), some language
[ exhibitionism and degradation ]
dark hallways, parked cars, unlocked doors, and hotel balconies. the idea of being caught while he's deep inside you ignites something within Shawn. and he tries to chase that feeling every chance he gets. you often find yourself pinned against the large window of your shared hotel room, his fingers in your mouth as the occasional sound of footsteps behind the door make your heart stutter. he would lean close to your ear and call you a slut, his slut. wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. he gets a thrill when he's thrusting into you and a knock on the door would push you two to a sudden halt. that doesn't stop Shawn though. his thrusts would go faster, enjoying how tears would fall down your cheeks as he goes deeper, his hips snapping harder than it did before. he does his best to make you moan, to let whoever was at your hotel door to know that you belong to him. "god, you're so needy" "nothing but a slut for my cock" "so pretty with my cum in you"
[ hair pulling and marking ]
shawn's mouth would explore every surface on your body, his teeth grazing against your flesh. he's addicted to leaving bite marks on your thighs and hand prints on your waist. In turn, you'd leave claw marks running down his back and hickeys on his neck. he's rough. his hands don't shy away from you and they'll eventually find themselves in your hair, tugging your head back as he licks down your chest. he'd pay extra attention to your breasts, taking the time to make your nipples red and sensitive with his fingers and tongue until you're mewling and shuddering. shawn would hold your hair back with one hand as his other hand would trace his cock along your lips. he loves the way you moan when he pulls on your hair, pulling even harder to get you to tighten your legs around his hips. he doesn't hide the love marks you give him. as much as he enjoys letting people know you're his, he also loves to let them know that he's yours.
[ edging and teasing ]
shawn likes the control he has on you. to see you cry and lose your breath because of him and to have the power to make you beg for more. he'll fuck you just right, thrust into you and abruptly stop just before you climax. the way you cry out and how your jaw drops is just enough for him to thrust into you again. the whole process repeats itself until both of you are breathless and overstimulated. he won't let you cum until you're sobbing. he loves cumming on your stomach and the small of your back the most.
#wwe#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#shawn michaels#wwf#wwe imagine#shawn michaels x reader#ꉂ writing : s. michaels ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅
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i just need more jeff hardy fics dude, i swear i’ve read them all😭
#jeff hardy x reader#jeff hardy imagine#jeff hardy#wweuniverse#wwe superstars#the hardys#the hardy boys#90s wwf#lita wwe#matt hardy#the enigma
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A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 01
Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)
Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only Smut.
Length: 859
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Success comes in various ways and different levels, depending on where you are in life.
And if you ask Mark Calaway, the man known publicly as the Undertaker, what success is at this point in his life, it is watching his beautiful wife of nearly a year, Mary, coming into the kitchen from their backyard carrying in a basket full of fresh eggs on one hand and another full of vegetables on the other from their garden out back.
Had it been ten or fifteen years earlier, he would easily say it’s his career achievements, probably his wealth, and the love of any woman (and sometimes, several women at the same time) who’d give him their generous time to pleasure him. Now all that mattered was this gorgeous woman in front of him.
Mary smiled at her husband who’s sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, enjoying his morning coffee. She smirked at the look on his face and the growing tent in his dark gray sweatpants, the only clothing he has on him. ‘God, he’s beautiful.’ she thought to herself.
“Good morning.” She greeted him saccharinely instead as she placed the baskets by the sink. The towering man stood up and walked over his wife to kiss her passionately.
“Have I told you I love you today?” He whispered, his hand already under her shirt, traveling slowly up to her breasts, squeezing one as he nipped lightly on her earlobe, causing her to squirm a bit under him and let out a soft moan.
“As a matter of fact you did, twice before we left our bed this morning.” She replied, almost breathless as he began rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Well, you might have forgotten darlin’. Let me remind you again.” He whispered and guided his wife to face the island counter, caressing her hips as she leant forward to rest her upper body on the marble top. He let out a gruff moan that made Mary bit her lip to suppress a smile, she knew what’s about to transpire and she’s almost antsy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss the back of her neck, trailing down her spine.
Her breath hitched when Mark hooked a finger on the waistband of her sleep shorts and swiftly pulled it down, his other hand frantically pulling down his sweatpants just enough to free his hard and throbbing cock, leaking with pre-cum. He reached around her waist to run a finger through her slit and felt her already wet center. He groaned again as he collected her wetness to drag it back up her nub, circling it with a gentle pressure that had her gasping and moaning in pleasure.
“Mark.” She whimpered, “I need you inside me, please.” She begged and Mark let out a soft chuckle, kissing her temple as he did.
“So impatient.” He whispered but pulled back anyway to pump his cock a few times before aligning it to her warm entrance dripping with arousal and slowly pushed his way in, whimpering as he did. Mary closed her eyes; her brows knitted as her husband stretched her deliciously, her mouth falling into a small ‘o’ and whimpered as she felt him bottom out to the hilt, hitting that sweet spot inside of her.
Mark gripped her hips, sinking his fingers on her tanned skin a little too hard but Mary didn’t mind. Especially when he began to move in slow but hard thrusts, slowly picking up pace, and continued hitting that special place inside her that had her a whining mess in no time.
“Right there, right there!” She almost screamed. “Don’t stop, baby please.”
“I love it when ya beg.” Mark responded with less spunk as he wanted to as he, too, was almost lost in the sensation of her cunt swallowing his thick and long cock as if it were made to fit and live in there.
Mark gritted his teeth as he felt himself growing closer, letting out a slightly higher pitched moan than his usual baritone grunts. “I need ya to come for me, baby.” He told her, reaching back around her front to press gentle circles in her nub, helping her tip over to the edge.
“Fuck…” Mary whined as her back arched and her cunt clamped down on Mark’s cock, causing the huge man to let out a loud grunt, almost a growl, “Jesus…” He whimpered, “Come on, baby.” He urged her as he continued his ministrations to her nub and not long after she was clamping down even harder as she came really hard screaming his name.
It didn’t take Mark longer than a few more thrusts before he was burying himself deeper inside her, flooding her walls with thick spurts of his cum with a jolt. "Jesus Christ." He hisses, closing his eyes and resting his head on Mary's shoulder. “That’s a good way to start the week,” He grinned, cupping her face to turn her towards his, kissing her passionately.
“I love you, woman.” He panted against her lips and she smiled, “I love you, too, cowboy.”
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#wwf undertaker#wwf undertaker x reader#the undertaker#the undertaker imagine#the undertaker smut#wwe undertaker#american badass#the undertaker x female oc#undertaker imagines#undertaker fan fiction#The Undertaker imagines#The Undertaker Fan Fiction#the undertaker decimates rising wwe star in shock comeback#the undertaker and his pals#world wrestling federation
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ATTITUDE || 021
heyyy here's an attitude for you..id just like to issue an apology LOL. see what had happened was i lost my inspo and was like "ah fuck it" then i came back and rewrote it then i was like "ah fuck it" again.
writer's block can be pretty demotivating (well of course it is lol!!) but i just didnt wanna do anything at all booo. :(
this is 50/50 kayfabe again...i never found a common ground. segments and shit you know?? as i said this is a bit short so stay tuned for more. Just LET ME COOK GUYS.
YOU JUST CAN’T believe Jeff found you in the locker room. The audacity he even has to show up! Well, you’re going to try and give him a piece of your mind anyway.
At Jeff’s request, Debra nodded. “Yes. I’ll step out for a bit.” She gives you one last look before she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.
You wait for a minute, making sure that she’s truly gone before speaking.
“…I am one second from strangling you in this very room.” You warn. Jeff’s starting to feel nervous again. Was this really a good decision? Probably not. He can tell that you’re incredibly volatile. This is way too tense. “You know, no one can hear you scream.”
Truth be told, Jeff couldn’t even remember he’s been in a situation like this. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s had one. He chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure.”
You’re waiting for him to say something else, but it seems like he’s gone silent for the time being. “I thought you were going to talk to me?”
“I was. I’m just not sure what to say.” Jeff admits. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and the moment he doesn’t answer or even ask a question in the way you wanted, he feels like you’ll attack at any moment. “And I know ya’ want some answers.”
You do. You really do.
“You just have to understand. Raven’s not good enough for you and you know it.”
Somehow, it’s always the same thing. Every single time. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. You don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for him to have ruined your match.
“Jeff, you say that every time!” You sound incredibly exasperated saying those words and you couldn’t help it. “He is good enough for me, he’s better than you ever could be, too! How could I ever love someone like you?”
Jeff’s pretty much speechless. How could you say those things so easily? It rolled off of your tongue with no issue whatsoever. No stuttering, no unease. Just like that.
“You’ve hurt Lita, someone who’s supposed to be your friend. Hell, you’ve even hurt Matt, your own brother. What’s it to say you can’t hurt me, huh?“
“I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you like you hurt me. If we’re talking about hurting people, we need to talk about that stunt you pulled earlier.” He says. “If I give you answers for what I did, you give me answers for what you did.”
And just like that, you already feel stressed out. You can’t help but to put a hand on your forehead. “You’re not going to understand why.”
“Huh, then I guess you won’t understand why I beat the hell out of Raven.” The tone of his voice makes you wince a bit. He sounds annoyed, an emotion you don’t think you’ve heard from him quite yet. “You don’t have a choice but to love me, [Name].”
“I do, and trust me, I wouldn’t pick y—“
He cuts you off, his expression souring. “You’re lying to yourself.”
Then he gets closer, which starts to break down your irritation. “Be honest, you love me. You would’ve loved if we did fuck when we were alone in the medic room and I’m sure you would’ve loved if that happened in the hotel room, too.”
Nevermind. Your irritation shoots up even further. Jeff’s words were coming off aggressive. You’ve never even heard him curse like that before, let alone even say something so vulgar.
“Oh, please!” You exclaim. “You know what I’d love the most right now? If you get the fuck out! Get out! Get out right now! Right now!!”
His words brought you to the edge and you hate how quickly he did that. You will never admit how easy it is for him to get under your skin, whether it be good or bad. Stupid excuses. Then he has the audacity to try and have an attitude about things? Just forget it. No more amends.
He just doesn’t understand. As of right now, everything is his fault!
“[Name], I know you’ve got your issues. But you can’t keep lying to yourself and I can’t keep giving you chances. I’m done being nice.” He reaches out towards you, you know that he wants to touch you, but he settles for just holding your arm. “I’ll make it so that ya’ never forget me. I got suspended for you! Doesn’t that mean anything..? Something for us?”
“You need to understand that there wasn’t ever an us!” You exclaim. He deserved that suspension. Before he could respond, you start to yell that ‘he has my arm!’ and scream in hopes of someone hearing. Your prayers are answered when Debra bursts into the room shortly after.
“What in god’s name is going on in here?!” She exclaims, nearly knocking the door off of its hinges. That woman was truly strong, it almost scares you. She looks in between you two and points a finger at Jeff. “You had better let her go! No funny business or else I’m calling my husband!”
That threat was enough to make Jeff let go and make his way towards the door. He gives you one last look. “Bye, [Name]. I hope you’ll remember what I said.”
“You got here quick..” You turn over to look at Debra.
In return, she gives you a nervous look. “Ha…what? Sweetie, you must be mistaken, I wasn’t nearby at all. It took me a while to get here! I forgot something and it just so happened…I wasn’t listening at all! I respect your privacy!”
If anything, that gave her away the most..
“But um, just one itsy bitsy question for you, dear. What’s this all about the medic?”
BACKSTAGE // 10:15 PM
You feel like you’re dying. You had to take a seat for a second in the hallway.
There’s too much happening right now. You just want to retire back into your hotel room. If you were lucky, no one would bother you for the rest of the night. You could watch sappy soap operas and finally relax.
But alas, you can’t. You’re going have to meet Jericho later on. You’ll give Hunter the call when everything is set up.
Jeff’s words still have you shaken and you can’t help but to put your head into your hands. This was all too much.
“[Naaame], there you are!” A cheery voice brings your attention upwards. There stands Stacy, who has a big smile on her face.
“Here to make fun of me?” You ask, setting your hands in your lap. “Well, hurry up. I’ve only got about 2 hours to live. Make it count.”
She quickly starts to frown, putting her hands on her hips. “What? Why would I do that? That’s just being mean. And what do you mean by two hours to live??”
“Austin’s gonna kill me. He just hasn’t found me yet,” You shrug.
Because you’re sitting down, the only thing you can see is Stacy’s midriff. You decide to stand in order to be level with her. “However, if you want to give me your last parting words, I recommend you do it now..”
“I don’t want you to die, who else am I going to take shopping after next Raw?” Stacy says, coming closer to bring you into a tight hug. “I know you’ve been tired and down lately, so I wanted to surprise you by taking you on a trip after the show.”
It’s not a surprise if she’s saying it though…
You still appreciate it anyway. You crack a smile towards her and she returns it, hoping that you’ll accept and be somewhat positive about it.
“Yeah...yeah, sure. I’ll go.” You give in easy since you know how much of a beggar Stacy can be. “Is Torrie going?”
“Nope! Just us, some R&R.” She reassures, letting you go. “I like spending time with you, so I’ll try and make it comfortable as possible!”
Stacy’s being oddly nice. It almost makes you feel uncomfortable. She’s ranting and raving about something else when suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice had rang through both of your ears.
It’s none other than Lita, who shoves her hands into her pocket. She’s since changed out of her referee gear and the sign of exhaustion is written all over her face.
“Lita!” Stacy chimes. “Hey! How are you? I’ve heard about Matt..are you—“
Lita narrows her eyes at Stacy. “Whatever. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to [Name].” Of course, she didn’t add a please. Stacy’s oblivious enough to nod and give her a smile.
What is with people wanting to talk to you alone?! Nothing ever goes well when that happens.
“Oh, okay! I’ll see you soon, okay?” She rests her hands on both of your shoulders briefly before giving one last smile to Lita and walks away.
Lita returns an disingenuous smile, but it immediately falls into a sneer after she leaves. “…I can’t stand her.”
“I know. You told me.” You’re still on edge, especially because of what happened earlier. “So, uh, what happened with the match? Who won?”
“Jeff. Matt put his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it. He’s really mad at me. Jeff wouldn’t even talk to me either. He was busy storming off somewhere, just like his brother.” She crosses her arms. “Jeff got suspended for what he did during your match, by the way.”
You already knew about that, so you don’t say anything.
“..Uh, listen. I never said those things about you.” Lita says. “Debra must have lied, I wouldn’t ever call you gross. I think you’re really cool. You’re better than Stacy is. As a matter of fact, you’re better than her and Torrie combined. You know this!”
Was she trying to butter you up or was she genuine? You’re not sure if you believe her. There’s been a lot of lying lately.
…You almost feel bad. Almost. Lita’s looking somewhere else, but turns her attention back to you. “I wanted to clear that up first, but it’s not why I wanted to talk. There’s something else on my mind.”
She starts to step a bit closer and you hold your fists up. You think she’s about to attack you, but she can only let out a sigh, muttering something under her breath.
You look at her in confusion before she repeats it one more time. “I want you to kiss me again.”
It was really sudden, yet you can’t find a reason to refuse her request. “Are you serious?” You ask.
“Yeah.”
Well, if she insists. Once you bring her in for chaste kiss, you can taste the mint on her lips. Lita doesn’t quite let you go either, pulling you closer so she could deepen it.
You then realize that you’re not only at work, but literally standing in the middle of the hallway. You hate to do it, but you have to push Lita away. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I..uh..wanted to see something anyway.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the atmosphere had quickly gotten tense. “I may have figured something out. I guess I can see why people like you so much.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re not too bad of a kisser.” She admits.
Who would’ve thought. You instinctively your fingers onto your lips. Huh. “Thanks?” You feel kind of embarrassed now.
Lita only gives you a nod. “You’re welcome, I guess. I think I’m gonna go back to my room now.” That’s probably the best decision right now. She’s been through a lot tonight and so have you. “Want to come with me?”
“No thanks. I’ve got something to do.” As cool as it sounds to head back with her, you still need to meet up with Jericho, which is already making you a bit sick. You hate him.
“Alright then.” Lita strangely feels like she’s been harshly rejected, but manages to give you an actual smile anyway. “See ya’ later?”
“Bye bye.” You wave. It doesn’t take you long to slump back into your chair once the redhead takes her leave. Goddamn it, you can’t believe the night’s not even over yet.
…Well, at least Austin hasn’t found you.
HOTEL ROOM // 10:30 PM
Sometimes you wonder if wrestling is really worth it. Is it really worth the money? Is it really worth the fame that comes with it? Is it really worth the excitement?
Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. You adjust yourself on the loveseat, trying to at least present yourself as sexy. It’s a little hard and a tad bit uncomfortable. You wonder how Stacy and Torrie do it so easily...
You’ve never really done something like this before. It’s strange, most of the sensual stuff had happened in an alleyway or the medic’s room….which probably is crazy, but it happened! Even though you and Jeff didn’t get too far in the room previously, it was still pretty weird.
This confirms it. You hate your job sometimes. Especially when you had to do stuff like this. You tie your robe into a knot, maybe a little too harshly.
The door slams open, startling you from your spot. It’s Jericho, followed by cameras, of course.
You can’t believe you’re doing this. You force yet again another million-dollar smile onto your face as you watch him come in with not only both belts on his shoulders, but with two bottles in his hands.
The look of disdain crosses your face only but for a moment, but then goes away. Perhaps you’ll drink the pain away tonight.
“Hey, brought some alcohol. Man, this crap is really expensive!” Jericho complains, holding up the bottles. “For a champion like myself, it should be FREE!”
“Nothing’s free in this world.” You say.
“Sure, for the assclowns that aren’t Chris Jericho.” He fired back, slamming the bottles onto the table. “You’d better drink it, too.” He continues muttering on and on how much of a waste of money it was.
The crowd is definitely confused to say the least. Happy to see you in a segment, but confused. There’s no goddamn way you’d willingly do this! It’s Chris Jericho, for fucks sake. There had to be something up.
“You’re right and you know what? I’m gonna call room service and give them a peace of my mind!” This was only an excuse to try and call Hunter to let him know that Jericho made it. You shuffle out of your spot and head towards the phone.
"No need." Jericho holds up his hand. He's yet to set down his championships. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I'm sure this is what we've both been wanting for a while now."
You freeze up for a minute, but try to bounce back. You also ignore his last comment. “No, no, let me do this!” And you still go over and take it off the hook, doing your best to punch the right numbers in.
“Hello?”
It picks up quickly, making you let out a quick sigh of relief. “Yes, hello? You come up here immediately. How dare you disrespect the one and only undisputed champion? Send room service right now! I want compensation.”
“Wait, what? Are you—“
His confusion makes you huff. “I said, you need to send someone up here immediately!”
“Oh! Alright, on my way then. Man, don’t blow a gasket, Nitro Girl..”
You knew he was blonde but you didn’t realize he was an airhead, jesus. Once you heard a click, you hang up the call. “They should be on their way up now to make it up to us. Until then, I think you have a point. Maybe we should—“
You can’t even get the knot fully out! You look down at your robe, which you tied way too tight. You quickly glance at Jericho, then you try it again to no avail. What the fuck, you don’t even tie your shoelaces that hard!
“You’re a putz.” He says, a mocking grin on his own face. “But it’s funny, so I guess you’ve got at least one redeemable quality.”
“Okay, you know what?” Plan be damned. Hunter will get here when he gets here. “Why’d you come here, Jericho? You could’ve said no. You could’ve even called me a slut for trying to sleep with you.”
“I could’ve called you a lot of things, but let’s get one thing straight. The only slut that I know of….is Stephanie McMahon.”
…You hate to do this, but you agree with a nod. “Fair.” If it’s one thing you two had in common, it’s the shared hate of Stephanie McMahon.
“You said you liked me. I want to know what you’d do about it. So far, I’m not impressed.” He motions to your robe, which was still stuck..
“This isn’t my fault.” It really is. You must’ve tied it too tight from your anger or anxiety. Or a combination of both. “I was distracted.”
“Distracted?” He repeats. “Not by me, right? Oh, what am I talking about, of course it’s me! You were clearly all hot and bothered by a champion coming into your room!!” You watch as he sets his championships onto the loveseat and plops down, throwing his arms onto the back of it.
Okay, you changed your mind. Hunter needs to hurry up. Like right now. You swallow your pride as you speak again. “Maybe, maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out.”
“So you admit you’re attracted to me?”
“I didn’t say all of that..” You sigh out. This feels like it’s completely gotten off track. Everything was a bust.
To your glee, there are a few frantic knocks on the door. “Oh, that must be room service.” You say. Thank god. “Go get the door, I need to find something to cut this open.”
You conveniently step away while Jericho stands up to go open the door. The sound of things falling doesn’t make you wince at all, but you still put on a scene as soon as Hunter literally LEAPS through the door and pounces on Jericho.
He grabs him to toss him over the loveseat and rushes over to start to laying in some punches.
As he’s beating the shit out of him, you feign surprise, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the table. Hunter notices you and shuffles him to hold him in a chokehold so you can have your way with him.
This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see. You pop the cork off the bottle and dump it all over Jericho’s face, not caring if it hit his mouth or not.
“Ha! Drink it in, maaan!” You laugh. Despite you managing to get the liquid on his leather jacket, Hunter seems to share your smile as he holds up Jericho’s head upward.
And to top it off, you hold the now empty bottle like a baseball bat and swing, hitting Jericho right in his head.
Hunter lets go, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m coming for that title. You had better sleep with one eye open, Y2J.” His voice held venom, which would’ve scared you if you two weren’t in kahoots.
Hunter walks over to the titles that were now on the ground and lifts both of them up. He glanced over to you and lowers them. There was an almost unrecognizable tension in the room between yoy two, but neither of you knew exactly where to pinpoint it.
“…Hey, nice robe. Sad we didn’t get to see what’s under.”
You can only scoff and walk away. With the screen fading to black, it’s the end of Vengeance.
HOORAY JERICHO GETS BEAT!!
by the way, it’s not only jeff. it wasn’t mentioned yet but raven is “suspended” too.. the beginning of heel jeff kinda starts here. now. dearest reader.. what do YOU want to see next from me?
and inevitably, steve austin will be ripping us a new one.
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Sickness And In Health
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I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.
He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.
The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.
Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.
"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.
Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.
The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.
Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.
"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"
A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."
Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.
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It Takes Two To Tango
(not my gif!)
18+, Billy Gunn x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 2,592
Tags: Oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, swallowing, trying to be quiet, secret relationship
Additional characters: Ken Shamrock, Jim Ross, Jerry Lawler, Vince McMahon
Summary:
Your real life relationship with Billy Gunn begins to pick up steam on TV. Your kayfabe boyfriend, Ken Shamrock, doesn’t like what he sees.
“JR, you see the way Gunn looks at me when I enter the ring! Always trying to peek under my skirt. I’m not having it any more.”
“That bastard really shouldn’t be treating a young lady like you in that way.”
“Well with the way she dresses, what do you expect?! I wouldn’t be able to contain myself either!”
“You’re such an old pervert, King.” Your voice crackled over the mic.
You readjusted the headphones squeezing your ears. This was your first time on commentary and it was a lot more fun than you expected. A hell of a lot more fun than interviewing backstage. Even with Vince yelling in your ear the whole time, the banter between you, JR, and Jerry made it all worth it. It was also nice to get a break from standing around in your heels. You watched Billy enter the ring doing his spiel. It never got old and the crowd seemed to agree.
“… then I’ve got two words for ya!”
“SUCK IT!”
Billy thrusted, then pointed right at you.
“Can you abide by this?!” You turned your head to JR, your eyebrows scrunched up in overplayed annoyance while your voice raised a pitch. The camera caught JR shaking his head and Jerry laughing like a hyena.
Billy was up against Ken Shamrock. After dealing with Val Venis trying to corrupt his sister Ryan, Ken had gotten himself involved in a love triangle with you and Billy. So far he’d won in the ring, but he hadn’t been able to capture your affections outside of it. Despite his gentlemanly behavior defending you against Billy’s lewd presence, the blond still edged him out. He was never exceptionally rude, just flirtatious in the way that confident people can be. It (unfortunately) was still working on you even though you knew he was no good.
Just as Billy geared up to do his signature Fame-asser, Ken managed to get out of the way. He got Billy with a clothesline and was close to getting him in position for an ankle lock, but Billy rolled out of the ring in a graceful flash. His eyes immediately focused on you, his stride long and slightly wounded as he made his way over. The mics on the table picked up his words.
“Stop distracting me over here before I have to teach you a lesson.”
“Oh, please. Maybe become a better wrestler and you won’t have such an issue with distractions.”
Jerry’s high pitched voice let out an “Oh! OH!” Vince was close to blowing out your eardrums on the other end of the headphones.
“SHUT UP, YOU’RE ONLY OUT THERE TO LOOK CUTE.”
Billy huffed, close to being out of breath. You were supposed to be on Shamrock’s side. He was the good guy. He was the one who treated you with some respect. But that was so boring. Poor Ken.
Billy walked away, pointing at you again and gesturing towards his crotch. He re-entered the ring to struggle with Shamrock for a few minutes before finally being subjected to the ankle lock. Billy tried his hardest, but ultimately tapped out.
It was hard to hear over the cheers.
“How’re you gonna reward your boyfriend?!” Jerry asked, his voice keeping that hysteric note to it. You wonder where he got the energy from.
“Don’t worry about what I’ll do to him!”
You took the headset off in a rush and scrambled from behind the announcers table. You were almost in the ring, crouching down to get between the ropes, when Billy grabbed you from outside of it. He pressed his heaving chest to yours and began to whisper in your ear.
“I know you want me. You gonna let me make you feel good later?”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his words even though they made heat pool down below. Wriggling out his tight hold took some effort. With a quick flicker of your eyes up and down his well toned body, something you were sure you’d catch some heat for, you turned away to run to congratulate Ken. He looked at you with a tired sort of skepticism as you planted kisses across his face that were more subdued than the crowd expected.
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Backstage, you thought about the night so far. Even though Vince treated you like a puppy that piddled on the nice rug, you were sure that this wouldn’t ruin your push. He didn’t immediately leave gorilla to fire you after it was all said and done. The love triangle was getting good pops. Ken looked sympathetic from losing his sister and girlfriend in quick succession. Billy was establishing himself as a worthy competitor. You were getting the chance to show off your personality, something you hoped to pivot into more in-ring action. Everyone won!
Well, everyone except Ken.
His steps were heavy as he approached you. It took a second to register that he was even there, your head so up in the clouds that your vision blurred into a watercolor painting.
“What the hell was that with you and Billy?”
“What was what?”
Ken was a lot more upset than you thought. This was nothing but an angle! You two had tried to go on a few dates, sure. There was no spark between you two. At least on your end. He was handsome and he was sorta funny…? In the end, he just didn’t do it for you. Whatever it was, that special X factor, Shamrock didn’t have it. Billy did.
“You and Billy at the end of the damn match. Are you two fucking?”
You weren’t going to let his sour mood ruin your high. He should’ve been happy the match went so well. Plus, he knew the deal— you were only dating on screen, and that was barely. A few decent dates don’t make a relationship.
“Is that really any of your business?”
“Are you?”
“You’re so nosy, Ken. No, Billy and I aren’t fucking since you want to know so badly. And I’ll say it one more time just so you feel reassured—“ Your voice rose.
“—I AM NOT FUCKING BILLY GUNN. You know I’m also not fucking? You. So don’t worry about what or who I’m doing in my free time, alright?”
“Yeah, alright. You just watch out and don’t get hurt.” Ken’s face was stony as he turned to walk away from you. You didn’t know he cared that much about you. That clouded up your thoughts again. You started to wallow in confusion when Billy rounded a corner. He had a smug smile painting his face walking up to you.
“Heard we weren’t fucking. You don’t know how sad that makes me.”
“Geez, I said that so loud you heard me?”
“Well I only paid attention ‘cause I misheard and thought you said that we would be.”
“Yeah, you definitely misheard.” He was pulling you right into his little flirtatious back and forth.
“That’s too bad. I’ve got a few things I wanna do to you that I wasn't allowed to say on TV.”
“Mmhmm, I sure bet you do.” Your voice was a whisper.
Gunn was undeniably sexy, an even tan contrasting with his blond hair. His long legs looked powerful, like he really could fuck you as hard he did his taunt. His height wasn’t intimidating or foreboding. There was something in the way you had to look up at him, a spark that turned you on beyond belief.
“You know,” Billy popped his gum. “I heard Vince is gonna do a poll in the next issue of the magazine. ‘Who’ll be the next hot couple in the WWF?’ You think he’ll put you and Ken or you and me?”
A playful smile spread on his face. You lightly slapped him on the chest, then made a frown at hearing Ken’s name. He was the last thing you wanted on your mind.
“Vince probably isn’t too happy with me right now.”
“Was he screaming at you?”
“Absolutely.”
“I could hear it even all the way from where I was. You’ll be fine. He gives all the pretty ones a pass.”
“I see you’re using that famous charm of yours on me.”
“Yeah, is it working?”
You laughed and rose up to place a long kiss on his cheek. It was a kiss that the audience sure would’ve liked to see you give Ken. You bristled as the thought slid through your mind, but it was dashed away by Billy’s hand slowly sliding down to palm at your ass. His favorite way to tease you out on the mat was by doing anything he could to take a nice look at it. There were many times when he got hard just thinking about bending you over.
“Why don’t you let me tell you what was on my mind earlier?”
Billy got dangerously close to reaching under your skirt, his fingers caressing your skin with more gentleness than you expected. It made your head swim with dirty thoughts and lit a fire within.
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You bit down so hard your lip it started to bleed a bit. You had to keep your mouth shut! With the attention Billy was paying to your clit, his tongue swirling around it at an unhurried pace, it was hard to keep quiet. A buzzing feeling coursed through your body that made your nerves clench up in ecstasy. Billy’s eyes stayed glued on your tortured expression above him, the twisting of your features making his cock twitch. Little moans escaped you with every lick of his tongue.
“You’ve gotta be quieter if you want me to keep going.” He stopped, noisily releasing suction from your clit.
“Are you serious? Don’t stop, someone might catch us if we take too long.”
“They will catch us if you don’t try to keep your voice down.”
“I’ll be quieter,” Your voice was filled with grit.
You didn’t even finish the short sentence as Billy returned to eating you out. It took your all not to make a sound, especially when he grabbed your hips to pull you closer into him. You collapsed onto your elbows and threw your head back, feeling like you were ready to explode. It was hard to stay silent when he was giving you his all. Gunn kept his promise when he told you he’d make you feel good.
The heel of your shoe kicked against his back. It was the only way you could express how close you were to your orgasm. You could’ve sworn Billy smiled as he stopped again.
“You gonna come for me?”
You shook your head yes frantically.
“Tell me.”
The look you gave him could only be described as pointed.
“I’m gonna come for you, Billy.” You were close to losing your composure. You didn’t want to whisper, you wanted to scream.
Seconds later he was back and taking you over the edge. You completely collapsed on the desk below you, your legs shaking then going limp as Billy kept licking. He finally stopped but not before leaving a kiss on your oversensitive spot.
With one swoop he picked you up, your legs wrapping against him with no second thought. He carried you with ease and pressed your back against the office door. You watched as his lips moved in to kiss your neck, the feeling of his breath against your skin shooting through you like lightning. It was almost overwhelming how great his body felt against yours. As if it was meant for you to be pressed that close together.
“Shhh,” Billy hushed you as he slowly pushed inside you. His preparation wasn’t enough for you to mentally prepare yourself. A loud moan filled the room, spurring him on to thrust fast and deep into you. How he could do this while holding you up was beyond you. Your assumption about his legs was happily proven right as he maintained a good, hard rhythm.
Gunn’s hand quickly reached up to pull down the neck of your dress, your breasts suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room. The chill brought you back down from the stars. Billy tore his gaze away from your face to stare at the bounce of your tits, the mesmerized expression on his face giving you a boost of confidence.
“Fuck, you look so good.”
You buried your head in his shoulder and moaned again, deep and primal. For purely selfish reasons, he didn’t want you moaning. Of course didn’t want you to get in trouble… but he also knew he’d come too fast if he heard your voice making the noises he so loved to hear. It was too late. You were past the point of no return and didn’t care who heard you.
His tongue found itself back around yours. The sloppy kiss pushed you to the next level. His urgency was so hot, it was like he just couldn’t contain himself around you. You could always count on Billy to make you feel wanted.
“Gonna... oh my God,” You breathed right into his ear. As soon as you said it, every muscle in your body compressed. No one else was ever going to make you come harder than he did, a fact he would have loved to lord over you if he knew it. Just when you were beginning to remember where you were, Billy pulled out of you and pushed you on to your knees.
“Where?” Gunn stroked himself with a tight grip, his words strained. His cock was still shiny from your wetness. It was hypnotizing.
You opened wide to take Billy down your throat with perfect timing. He released hot, your mouth getting coated while you sucked him down. Now it was your turn to look up at him, his lips parted in awe. He caressed your cheek with the same gentleness from earlier. When he began to soften, you took his cock out of his mouth to get a good look at it. It was beautiful, one thin vein running down the long length of it. The way you gazed at it made his heart thump loudly in his chest.
Your brain struggled to form words as he helped you up. His hand held yours as if he was escorting you to a debutante ball instead of picking you up after he came in your mouth. It did feel equally as magical.
“Now imagine how good I am when I have a bed.” Somehow he snuck a new piece of gum in his mouth when you weren’t looking.
“That’s an invitation, I assume.”
“Yeah, for tonight actually.”
The two of you put your clothes back on in a rush. It wasn’t a secret that you two were fucking. If it was, it was poorly guarded. You just didn’t want to deal with Ken actually catching you with that post-sex disheveled look. The two of you at least needed to be cordial to make it all believable on television. There was a little part of you that hoped Vince really would couple you and Billy on the magazine poll. Maybe you two would win and get paired together.
Stepping out of the office, you and Billy looked around. No one walking by, no one hanging out. Perfect.
“Don’t think about me too much before tonight. Save the stamina.” It was hard to play it cool when you knew that you’d be replaying everything he did to you for the next few hours.
Billy’s laugh echoed down the hall while he walked away from you.
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ID LIKE TO REQUEST SOMETHING LIV‼️‼️‼️ if i can 😭
maybe jeff with an oblivious reader or the other way around? whatever u think…. And then maybe Matt and Lita are like “THIS IS GETTING ON MY NERVES” or some shit?????!!!!
ur da best!
AN UNSUSPECTING LOVER
The adrenaline after a match always made your head pound and your body jittery. Especially for the likes of Y/N, who pushed through the curtain with a limp and a gleaming smile from the praise of backstage staff. They were quick to ask for the nearest source of water which, for some reason, was only in catering. Out of breath and truly now deperate for water- because why would they only have it in catering and have catering like, five miles away from the gorilla?? Either way, Y/N, walked into catering with an agitated sigh and finally reached their prized water.
Half way through their water bottle, Y/N heard familiar laughter from behind them. Turning around and taking the plastic bottle from their lips, they were quick to find Team Xtreme who had very clearly been watching them.
“Oh, hey guys!” Now, out of breath from chugging the much aforementioned water, they greeted the three with a grin while moving over to the table they were seated at. Lita returned their cheerful hello from her place in between the boys and Matt gave Y/N a smile across the table.
“Hi, n/n.” Jeff looked up at them leaning into the vacant chair next to him, love sick expression too obvious to everyone but them.
“Hi, Jeff.” They repeated, voice as sweet as can be and grin growing cheekier. “Oh, did you see my match?” They leaned in closer to him, giving his arm a -unfortunately, for Jeff- friendly swat. “I tried to do a Swanton variation thing, was it any good?”
“It was great, I loved it! Everything you do’s perfect, wouldn't have expected any less.” Matt scoffed at the infatuated boy and Lita swatted at him- a lot less nice than y/n had done to Jeff.
“Oh, you’re too sweet!” They moved even closer, hand gently landing on his shoulder at his compliment. “Well, I’m gonna get going, I gotta shower. But I’ll see you guys!” As they walked away, Lita quickly turned to Jeff with wide eyes, expecting something from him. But he only sat and watched their leaving form.
“Jeff! You were supposed to ask them out!” She stressed, exasperated.
“Oops.” He mumbled from behind his hand of the arm he had propped up against the back of his chair, eyes never leaving y/n.
“God, I am so sick of this! Matt, give him some advice, how’d you ask me out?”
“Uh, I just kinda kissed you.”
“And then?” Lita egged him on.
“And then you told me we were going on a date..” At Matt’s quiet confession, Lita pushes up from her chair, hands slamming against the table.
“You guys are so useless, I have to do everything around here! Why can’t you just come out and say that you like them instead of looking at them like a little love sick puppy all the time!”
“Lita, I really have been trying everything. I even did the whole hand size comparison thing you told me to do! Y/n’s just..not into me.” Jeff sunk into his chair as he spoke before hearing a scoff at the table next to them to find Billy Gunn, who had turned away from his conversation with a couple other people waiting for the night to end.
“Yeah, right. Do you not see the way that kid looks at you? Plus, one time Hunter asked them out and they said no- ‘cause they were goin’ out with you that night- but they would love to hang out some other time. Y/n’s just a little oblivious sometimes, you gotta put it right in their face.” Billy turned back to his prior conversation, leaving Jeff to swallow all of that. Lita, still very frustrated let out an angry groan.
“Well, if you know all that and still won’t do anything, then I’ll do this myself too!”
“Yeah, Jeff, shes gonna do it herself.” Matt smuggly told his brother, kicking his feet into Lita’s abandoned chair. Jeff glared over at him, before quickly leaving his seat and following after Lita.
Jeff had easily found Lita- banging on your locker room door. Jeff tried to pull her away before you heard, but the door opened just as he reached her.
“What? What’s the matter?” Y/n stressed, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. Jeff drew in a breath and quickly flushed, turning away from the door but Lita quickly turned him back and grabbed him by the bicep.
“He’s got something to tell you.” Lita spoke as she looked over at him, raising her eyebrows with expectancy and shoved him into the room, almost into y/n, before quickly making her exit.
“So, whattaya gotta tell me?” Y/n asked, a little uncomfortable from the semi-wet clothes stuck to their body after rushing to get dressed.
Jeff shifted nervously, eyes moving around the room to meet anything but y/n, taking a quick breath before finally spitting it out.
“I really like you, n/n. Um, a lot.”
“Oh. Well, I like you too!” Y/n answered, their smile shining bright. Jeff smiled softly at them, all nerves leaving him.
“You do?”
“‘Course I like you, you’re my best friend!” Jeff couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at their explanation, his head falling and hand coming to rub at his temples. “What’s wrong? Did I say something bad?”
“No, sweetheart. I meant-“ He couldn’t help but burst into sweet laughter again, looking up at them. “I meant in a romantic way. I want to go out with you, and kiss you, and spend long, peaceful nights with you.”
“Oh.” Y/n’s voice was soft, face burning from a bit of embarrassment but also from Jeff’s endearing words. “I didn’t- I didn’t think you were into me like that.”
“Is it okay that I am?” His voice turned soft too. He stepped forward, softly grasping their forearm. Y/n’s hand moved to touch his arm too, the room filled with a tension much better than the anxiety it held earlier.
“It’s perfect. Is it okay I’m into you like that?” Soft voices turning to whispers, adoration burning further in their close proximity. His thumb smoothed over their skin, grasping a bit firmer, but still very softly. His other hand moved up, taking place on their cheek.
“That's all I could ever ask for.”
y/n is very much sunshine in this, dont know y ig i just felt like it but either way yippee!! this was fun to write and a lil corny but i love making mr jeffro a lover boy also dont know where the water bottle obsession came from I just ran with it after I wrote it (a bit of an unconscious solitude reference perhaps?) also Lita is a girlboss
the first bit of this was very fun to write while staring at that pic teehee he is so silly and u are so amazing rita <33 thank you for requesting 😽😽
and my tumblr is fr actually fully functioning rn so it let me do the little keep reading thing!! it never appears up on my computer for whatever reason but this did take me like an hour to reread bc im watching one of my fav streamers and kept getting distracted so I really didn’t reread it very well tbh
#liv writes;*!#jeff hardy x reader#lita#jeff hardy#matt hardy#billy gunn#(just for a lil bit but he is there!)#wwe#wwf#aew#jeff hardy imagine#i luv him#(and i luv rita 2)#sorry this is so short :((
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